a note for first-timers

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party time

God, what a boring and unproductive day! I've spent the whole time discussing the meaning of life with someone via email. "Life", she says, "is meaningless."

Yes, it's really been one of those days.

Actually, it's been quite an interesting discussion but I've done hardly any real work and I probably should have done. I've been telling myself that I ironed my shirt last night (I must tell you about that actually) and I'm far too well-dressed to do anything worthwhile. Do you think I'll get away with that one if my boss asks? He's not in, though, so he might not fully appreciate the quality of these threads and complain that things aren't done. Ah, sod him!

So, the ironing.

I started off with this cool blue shirt and had ironed the back, not really paying too much attention to it and thinking that the little darker spots were just there as a result of the steam from the iron... but then I saw the same on the rest of the shirt, which I'd not gone near with the iron. I think it must have been something in the soap powder. That's the last time I buy Persil! Grrrr!

Anyway, I'm now wearing a pale creamy coloured shirt with a sort of criss-cross thing going on. It looks almost like tartan turned through forty-five degrees... only better. I think. Ish.

Roll on four thirty! Yes, four thirty. At least we've got a cab booked instead of having to trapse off to the train station. That's why I compromised on my position from yesterday. Besides, the Trocadero will still be there... I hope.